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August 10 What a Difference a Year Makes In approximately 34 minutes my phone will ring just like it does every year. My mom will sing me "Happy Birthday" and then dash in to the story that begins, "29 years ago today, I was holding my brand new baby girl..." And so begins the official rituals of my favorite day. I say the official rituals because I wasn't actually born until 8:14 am, so everything before this is just lagniappe. For instance, the routine midnight singing by my husband, the earlier-than-the-sun-wakes-up phone call from my dad, the race to be the first to tell me happy birthday by my best friend and my sisters--> these are the whipped chocolate icing on the perfect day.
People ask me how I can still be so psyched about a day that identifies me as another year older. I have to be honest. I am not all that worried about age. I am more excited about the fact that there is a day set aside just for me and I choose to bask in every glorious minute of it. Truly, though, the age concept is somewhat lost on me. I recognize I am older, but I also recognize just how much happens in a year. I bookend years with my birthdays. To explain, some people base their years on the regular calendar starting in January and ending in December. Others base it on the fiscal calendar, while still others base it on the school calendar. I base mine on the birthday calendar August 10th to August 9th, and this previous year's calendar is filled enough to burst.
During my 28th year, life was a wooden rollercoaster on full throttle. In the span of a mere 365 days, our house flooded, we stayed in 18 different places, actually moved three times, gutted a house, sold a house, searched for a house, built a brand new house, gained a new beautiful niece, transferred jobs, left the teaching field, had four wedding showers, got married, went on a honeymoon, and bought a new Honda Pilot. Since August 10th a year ago, my entire life changed including my marrital status, my career, and my home. The year was filled with every emotion possible: fear during the storm, frustration dealing with the insurance companies, sadness over the loss of the greatest city, joy for the newest addition to the family, hope for the future of our lives, and definitely love from every angle for every reason. I don't look at birthdays as getting older. Getting older is inevitable. I look at them as an opportunity to set out on a whole new adventure and I can't wait to see how I will top last year with the next 365 days. I'll have to keep you posted. Comments (2)
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